Peter, here's my start. It's been tough sledding; I would say this is at max maybe 75% accurate, maybe. I'll be sending you a PM.
Out in the outhouse lived Mr Cheesymouse, a most extraordinary fellow He is forty years but the greatest sex appeal is, oh they say his tail is cheesy yellow One night at nine when at supper time, he goes to dine in the ?lladaa?? Of Ms. Froggysmiths farm He nibbles at the cheese without even a breeze, set it alone from the table Cause Ms. Froggysmith's able For she's stinking rich, daughter of a bitch, never been itched Which is understandable Cause she's can't stand-able
When he's had his fill, Cheesymouse takes some trill meant for the budgery call Then to wash it down he drinks some milk that he's found, he sleeps in the biscuit jar But by ten thirty, he's awake and alert, he can't stay a night while he camps there Ms. Froggysmith's hamster So he's under the door, creeps over the floor He's got to make sure he's to touch By Ms. Froggysmith's barn bird While in the next room, Ms. Hamster's in a swoon Dreaming of a honeymoon Soon there'll be a rodent's wedding And double-store bedding